The mother kissed her only son and placed her picture in his hands, then said: My son, if the world grows narrow before your eyes and you long for me, come back to my picture; pour out your longing to it and tell it your troubles. And if you feel afraid and need a strong hand to rescue you, think of me as though I were sitting in a room next to yours, warding evil away from you and keeping every harm far off.

The artist's hand reached out at last for the brush lying on the floor; he took it up, dipped it into a blend of colors, and returned with it to a large canvas, which he began to adorn with all manner of shapes. And the days passed over the artist as he painted in that room of his, as though he had moved from the atmosphere in which he lived into a strange, alien atmosphere — the atmosphere of the desert in its days of misery. And the child came, one evening, to wish his father a good evening, and was appalled at the hideous scene showing upon the canvas. He said: Father, what is this scene? — It is the scene of the desert, said the father... But the desert is beautiful, said the child; its sky is blue, its ground is like gold dust, and its greenery is splendid. — Yes, so it is, my son, but now it is resentful and angry. — And why? said the son. — Because a band of the desert's grandchildren, my son, saw the worst of what is in civilization and decked themselves with it, and abandoned the noblest of what is in the desert and cast

it aside. The desert here, my son, as you see it, is in revolt, because a storm has swept over it. Do you not see these palm trees, how their boughs are broken; and these tents, how their sides have caved in; and these she-camels, how the sands have covered their paths, so that they stumble about without finding a way out? Do you not see the sky, dimmed with sand, grown

murky and hateful? — Yes, father, I see all of this, said the child; but will the desert not return to its former state, and become winning and beautiful again, as you painted it before?

"How I long for you, in my yesterday, my today, and my tomorrow, O my life, O my desire... O my whole being. I am yours forever..." Beethoven

Klim: The Purest and Safest Milk

Whatever the weather may be,

Fetch the flour and get to kneading;

With famous Klim on hand,

It turns out the finest there can be.

So says "Elsie," the Borden cow.

For every kind of sweet made with milk, use Klim, for it increases the measure of nourishment and gives the sweet a delicious taste. The whole family will delight in eating dishes prepared with Klim. Keep Klim within reach of your hand, and remember that it stays fresh without a refrigerator.

Take pure water, add Klim, then stir — and you obtain wholesome, pure milk.

Klim: the purest and safest milk

The favorite milk in every country of the world